On the tip of my tongue is how I really feelOn the tip of my tongue is what I want to sayOn the tip of my tongue are thoughts from my mindAnd On the tip of my tongue is where they shall staySo My lips press together and squeeze so tightMy lips press together like an impermeable sealMy lips understand what my tongue wants to sayButMy lips realise that my tongue can't revealYet The smile on my face a facade of joyThe smile on my face says I have little to sayThe smile on my face says I'm happyButThe smile on my face has a small giveawayLookThere's a flaw in my smile the dimple on the leftThere's a flaw in my smile my reflection shows meThere's a flaw in my smile I force every dayThere's a flaw in my smile, look carefully and you'll seeThat I'm no longer the little girl I once wasThat i'm not quite yet the woman I want to beAn almost impossible task that I'm finding, this transitionThat I'm trapped in this confusion called me